Part 68:
link “Mmmm,” Guinevere purrs contentedly, resting her head on Arthur’s chest. She curls into his side, throwing a leg over his.
“I didn’t get to finish my lunch,” Arthur says, earning him a pinch. “Ow!”
“Hey, anda were the one that left the table,” she shrugs.
He slides his hand along her body, from her hip to her shoulder and back down again to rest on her hip, where he gives her a squeeze. “Well it was still your fault. And makan malam isn’t until seven,” he pouts.
“So...
